YC The Cynic - Murphy's Law lyrics

[Verse 1:] This Evolution A string of atoms Adam planted a single apple to sing this album Do you think you have what it takes to shape the ma**es? Do you have the strength to crack and break your ribs and make it happen? Adam did it after all Created Eve then added on And now they kids are fishing for a frikkin' fission atom bomb 'at a boy that's the only answer after Martial Law We been in rations for too long we'd rather face the wrath of God Authorities have dropped the ball Securing banks and not the law The older generation praying so amen and inshallah I've seen the vision through my prophet eye And my oh my I just hope you'll be alive to fly Been living in outer limits without a limit around my mind I copped a cloud with Stevie Wonder ribbon in the sky Whoever said that Evolution was just a theory was clearly living in fear My n***as started from an atom now we here [Hook] f** n***as f** b**hes Get money [X4] [Verse 2/Bridge] Armed and dangerous, ain't too many can bang with us Straight up weed - no angel dust, label us Notorious Thug a** n***as that love to bust; it's strange to us Y'all n***as be scrambling, gambling Up in restaurants with mandolins and violins We just sitting here trying to win, trying not to sin High off weed and lots of gin So much smoke need oxygen, steadily counting them Benjamins n***a you should too, if you knew What this game'll do to you You should too, if you knew What this game'll do to you [Verse 3:] Look at all the bullsh** I been through Hopes and dreams that got chopped in two Categories I'm boxed into Labels that limit the artist Stealing the art, its larcen, opted into I'm trying to be all opulent too Weaving toxic air follicles We k** money, oil, fossil fuels My n***as win like they really ain't got to lose Probably cause there really ain't a lot to lose I'm from the land of base heads and prostitutes I'm trying keep an old soul like Posdnuos But folks sell their own soul like pa** the noose! All to be popping n***as can't read the fine print, I guess we de-evolve [Hook:] Extended Version [Verse 4] Spit yo game, talk yo sh** Grab yo gat, Bible in my left Pages flippin like an acrobat Yall would say the pledge I raise the fist above, the afro back Type of n***as didn't have the guts to climb the Aggro Cragg Aggravated agents, raided aggregators back to back Tryna gage an elavated educated black to back I was up constructing social studies, studies after math Trash the status quo like it's Aftermath, Shaft the math After hours after cla**, Apple Jacks and tackle task 'Fore I learn to fly, used to jump and try to tap the gla** Had to strap the jimmy for the game before I tapped that a** Victor, called the game before she came and got attached to fast Rappers think they changing sh** by saying sh** Where the f**s yo action? Look what happened to Lesane Parish, Hendrix, Marley, Michael Jackson Caskets shattered, drugged up for k**in' lies and spillin' truth Just imagine what these mothaf**as tryna do to you [Hook] [Verse 2/Bridge] [Outro x2] He's so cold, he's so cold He's so cold, he's so cold That's why you're loving him right now Why you're loving it right now